This was a sensation unlike anything he had ever known. The daemon-possessed armor seemed to have rotted away, and Crocius could clearly hear the servos clicking as though they had fallen into disrepair from poor maintenance.
Meanwhile, the grotesque yet faintly adorable Nurglings frolicked merrily across the battlefield, seeming utterly incapable of understanding fear.
Nurglings were everywhere. The cheerful little creatures tried to trip up and gnaw at the Death Guards' armor. When they found they could not bite through it, they immediately clung to it, following their masters like loyal pets.
They climbed easily along the ridges of the armor, leaving behind a scalp-crawling trail of foul, putrid slime. All manner of rotten excrement clung to the unpainted surfaces of the Death Guards' armor.
The Death Guard of the past would likely have been enraged long ago, crushing these blasphemous little creatures one by one with their fists. But in Crocius's eyes now, these Nurglings that waved their stubby arms and imitated battle cries in shrill voices... were rather pleasing to look at.
But then Crocius kicked the Nurgling clinging to him away. That unusually coordinated little creature had nearly yanked the pin from his high-explosive grenade, terrifying him into a cold sweat.
A sudden realization came to him. Why did he get along so well with these alien daemons he had never met before?
Could it be that the Warp god known as the Benevolent Father had long been watching over the Death Guard?
The Nurglings were anything but slow. In fact, they ran exceptionally fast. Like a green tide, they surged forward toward the Blood Angels and the Solar Auxilia native to the planet.
The Solar Auxilia and Imperial militia who had been trying to block the Death Guard's retreat spotted these enemies. Calvin and his comrades